Vanessa's Dissonance Ch. 10

Meanwhile, she pushed her index finger inside his butthole making him groan. When she pushed the cock out of her mouth, she looked up at him. Her entire mouth was smeared with her own drool.

With a naughty glint in her eyes, she stuck the finger fresh from his ass into her mouth. Groaning loudly, she munched on it like a cat licking milk. Then she gathered the sticky white revolting slobber off his dick and fed it to her self. Opening her mouth wide, she showed the white slime to the guy before she gulped it down.

She could see the guy's eyes growing wide from amazement. He definitely had never seen a slut as depraved.

With a sudden move, he surprised her. Abruptly, he dragged her up. With a plop, the knot of the towbar was ripped out of her cunt making Vanessa yelp.

At once, air rushed into her pussy and her snatch whined to be filled again. Instead, the nerdy man pulled her around and pushed her down onto the trunk.

"Fuck me! Fill me up!" Vanessa urged him on letting him manhandle her.

Right now, she needed to be treated as rough as possible.

"Aaargh!" she shrieked out a second later.

He had done as she had encouraged him and filled her hole. But not the one she had expected. In one swift motion, he had put his hard cock against her tight little asshole and drilled it inside.

Although his cock had been slippery from her slobber, her totally unprepared asshole tried resisting the sudden intrusion at first. The power of the thrust didn't give her sphincter a chance though.

Now, he was reaming through her poor anal ring that still tried to accommodate the big tool ravishing it.

In her aroused and slutty state, Vanessa welcomed the pain radiating from her ass and mixing with the pleasure sweeping through her body though.

"Aaahhh...! Ooohhh...! Aaargh!" she screamed and grunted. "Fuck my ass! Punish me for being such a depraved slut! Wreck my slutty ass good!"

"Oh, now you made that old couple look over here! Guess, they heard you. What they might think about such a cheap filthy slut?" Mark commented.

Looking to the side, Vanessa saw an elder couple in some distance and they were looking right at her.

And at that moment she came. The orgasm hit her hard and washed over her for several moments.

All the while, the nerdy guy kept on ramming his cock into her little asshole. With every orgiastic wave rushing though Vanessa's body, her asshole gripped his dick tighter finally setting him off.

He pushed her around and forced her onto her knees just before a huge white string of cum erupted from his cock landing squarely over her forehead. Quickly, Vanessa opened her mouth and the guy shot the rest of his massive load right into her mouth.

When his balls were finally empty, she scraped the cum off her face and fed it into her mouth. After showing the huge load that completely coated her tongue to the guy, she gulped it down in one go.

Looking to the side, she could see that the elder couple had hurried away as fast as possible ...

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For the rest of the day, Mark made sure that Vanessa had no chance to get out of their apartment. He stayed on the couch all the time and let Vanessa serve him. This didn't change for the next day until evening approached. Finally, Mark got into motion grabbing Vanessa's wrist and dragged her into their sleeping room.

"Now let's show the world what a ditzy bitch you really are. I wanna see your best impersonation of an elegant lady!"

Vanessa looked at him in surprise. She had expected him to tell her to dress as a common whore but not as if they were heading to the country club.

Now, she was even more confused. To which place was he taking her? What would happen to her?

She feared the worst becoming all nervous. But once again, this nervousness brought a familiar prickling feeling of excitement along.

Putting on her make-up, Vanessa painted a decent layer of rouge onto her cheeks. She traced the contour of her lips with a dark lip liner and filled the space with a slightly lighter lipstick. Then, she sealed her lips with gloss making it glisten wetly. She decently painted black eye-shadow onto her eyelids, drew a small line of black eyeliner around her eyes and emphasized her long eyelashes with a bit of mascara.

Turning to her wardrobe, she decided for a classy black dress. It was cut without any extravagances but very stylish. The black fabric smoothly hugged her curves flowing down just beneath her buttocks. The material went up to her shoulders running together at her neck ending in a strap around it. Beneath her collar, a broad oval hole was left out that reached right to the hem of her cups. This way, it exposed the creamy tanned skin of her chest and let her impressive mounds peek out of it.

Matching her dress, she put on black stockings and knee-high black leather boots with spiky toe-caps and stiletto heels. To give her outfit an extra classy note, she put a broad silver jewelry chain belt around her curvy hips and a broad silver jewelry bracelet around each wrist.

She applied black polish to her long manicured fingernails and finally adorned each earlobe with a big sliver creole which perfectly accentuated her long auburn hair.

Looking back into the mirror, Vanessa didn't see a whore on the way to work or a slut on the hunt for men. Instead, she looked like a film star ready to walk down the red carpet -- a film star in a very sexy dress.

When she walked back into the waiting room, Mark nodded in appraisal. But before they left, he handed her one of her big designer sunglasses giving her appearance an even more arrogant look.

Mark took her to an area of the city, Vanessa knew well by now. Again, she stood in front of the sleazy strip club her initiation to her job as office slut had taken place. Pictures of this past day passed her inner eye while Mark dragged her inside.

She could see herself standing on the stage. She could see herself dancing like an ordinary stripper. She could see the greedy, horny sleazebags of men leering at her. She could see herself getting fucked like a dumb vulgar whore. And she could feel all the joy and pleasure she had experienced that day deep inside her loins.

Now all this was about to repeat itself. Would it get worse or better? Would the guys treat her even more perverted? Would she enjoy it even more?

When they entered the club with the tasty name "The Red Rose", it was still bright outside. The last time she had been in this place, it had been dark inside all light blocked out. Now, broad daylight flooded the room making it look a lot worse.

With the old worn out red leather couches that lined the walls, the dirty sticky floor and the rancid bar counter, the strip club looked ready to get torn down. And the guy standing behind the bar appeared to be just as worn out as the entire club.

As it was still pretty early in the evening, there were only a handful of guys having a drink or two.

Mark took Vanessa to the first floor of the club. It didn't look any better there. The ground was covered by a red carpet that had turned almost black with the years and the greasy wallpaper hung off the wall at some spots.

"Now you're gonna meet the boss, Mr. Pavone." Mark told her while he opened the door of a room and dragged her inside.

It was a small room. At the other end, there was a large one-way mirror that gave a straight view into the club room. From this place, one could directly look to the stage on the other side.

There were files and folders flying around all over the place. And in the middle of the room a large desk was situated.

Vanessa couldn't see a lot of the desk as it was almost completely covered by loose papers and documents. But she could clearly see the person sitting behind it.

And this person made her heart stop.

It would get worse.

With a smile, the man in his fifties stood up and walked around the desk. He was still pretty fit for his age...

It was him - the mean guy Vanessa despised so deeply. The man who had fucked her in the library of the country club

She clearly remembered how he had forced her to degrade herself openly in the country club. How he had almost shattered her lady-image. How he had enjoyed her whole ordeal.

Vanessa's entire body quivered. She was on the verge of turning around and running out of this sleazy strip club.

She wouldn't degrade herself in front of this mean man again. She was better than that!

"Ah fuckmeat, nice to see you again. Ah, your dress shows what you're dreaming of! Sorry, slut but that will never become reality!" he mocked her with a wide grin.

"You didn't think you'd ever see me again, did you?" he asked her.

"Sorry to disappoint you but you work for me now! And I can see how much you love that fact." Mr. Pavone remarked clearly enjoying the sour expression displayed on Vanessa's face.

"You know, I'm a busy man. I own a lot of clubs and bars and this is one of it!" he continued. "Stanton, Miller and Colleagues own this building, I own this club and we all own you!"

"And now you're gonna work as what you are -- an ordinary cheap whore in a dirty sleazy club."

Saying these words, he broke into loud laughter. Vanessa was trembling heavily by now. Her throat was clasped shut with a huge lump.

"No! I'm not a hooker." was all she could whisper over and over again.

"That's exactly what you are - a vulgar dirty ho!" Pavone responded between laughter.

Taking a sudden step towards Vanessa, he grabbed her chin making her look directly into his stern eyes.

"That's what I like so much about you. The cheap vulgar whore that thinks she's an aristocratic lady. I'm gonna enjoy watching how your filthy ugly johns are gonna fuck that bitchy posh behaviour out of you."

Vanessa felt tears welling up inside her eyes. She had to force them down with all her might. Crying in front of this fierce guy was the last thing she ever wanted to do. But his words struck her deep in her core.

At the same time though, it ignited her fighting will. He wouldn't break her, no one ever would!

Anger built up inside. Her eyes began glowing fiery. With all her power, she pushed him off her.

"I'm not your whore!" she furiously spit out. "I work for SMC, not for you. I'm gone as soon as the money I owe them is paid off!"

Pavone walked back to his desk only smiling knowingly.

"We'll see. We'll see," was all he said.

He knew exactly that he had her in his grip. He had a deal with SMC. She was working for him now. This guy Mark had already gotten his hush-money and a job in the strip club. SMC was getting 50 percent of the money he was making with her as repayment. The rest was his share. And he planned to make plenty of money with this hot fuckslut.

It was a good deal for everyone -- maybe except for Vanessa. He thought to himself.

Then he told Vanessa the outlines of her new job. When he had finished, Vanessa had calmed down a bit. There was no sense in getting agitated. She had signed the deal with SMC, she had to work off the money she owed them. And she didn't see any way out of it -- yet!

All the money she earned would directly go to Pavone and SMC. She would keep on living with Mark in their apartment and he would pay all their bills. Nonetheless, she knew exactly this only meant that Mark was her personal watchdog and her days of luxury were definitely over.

She would have to work in this sleazy club! She would have to fuck random unknown guys for money!

This realization slowly sank into her mind. It repelled her! She was a slut for wealthy men!

A slut that pleases any men! Echoed in her head and she could see the messenger and his sleazy trailer park friends in front of her inner eyes. Somehow, these pictures excited her a little bit.

That moment, she knew that her life would change drastically.

She didn't know how she felt about it though. But she was dead set about one thing. They wouldn't break her. They wouldn't succeed in destroying her entire lifestyle! She would find a way to keep her lady-self. She wouldn't lose her country club life!

When Mark and Vanessa finally left Pavone's office, the strip club had noticeably filled. It seemed to run pretty well.

Mark took her to the back of the stage where she had to wait for her first show. Again pictures of her last visit to the club filled her mind.

These ugly sleazeballs enjoying her degradation, their lust filled gazes piercing into her as if she was just a piece of meat, her arousal of getting fucked publicly.

Would she enjoy it again? Would she get off this humiliating scene knowing that she was just an ordinary whore for them?

You're a lady! A lady with a dark secret! A lady that enjoys getting roughed up by man! You're better than that! A voice in her head appeared.

Finally, Pavone stepped onto the stage. Vanessa was as nervous as never before in her entire life. Her legs were wobbling, her heart was beating rapidly.

"Welcome to the Red Rose, my friends!" he greeted the crowd enthusiastically. "Today is a special day. Today, we have a brand new whore in our cosy little club. And it's our task to initiate her Red Rose Style."

Loud applause and laughter roared through the room. Shouts of 'Red Rose Style' erupted from the audience.

Vanessa didn't know what 'Red Rose Style' meant. But her ignorance increased her incredible nervousness even further. What was awaiting her?

"Today, we have a special whore!" Pavone continued his speech. "This is not some ordinary hooker you all have seen before! This whore has worked as secretary for a respectable law-office."

Loud 'Oohs' arose -- the pure mocking of being impressed.

"She knows some very respectable ladies and gents from the country club."

The mocking 'Oohs' became even louder.

"Only the most exclusive designer-attire is good enough for her!"

Pavone really got the crow going. The mocking sounds reached an unknown level echoing in Vanessa's ears and sending cold shivers up and down her spine.

"She thinks she's something better than all of us! She wouldn't even touch one of you if you had a golden dick!"

Deafening 'Boohs' were the answer.

"Still, she's a dumb bitch good for only one thing. There's only one use for her!"

At once, chants erupted from the crowd.

"Fuck the bitch! Punish the bitch! Fuck the bitch!"

"That's why she's here -- to be used for your pleasure!"

This was Vanessa's sign. In front of her eyes, the image of herself dressed in this classy attire walking into the country-club appeared. But instead she was about to walk onto the stage of a rotten strip club.

Her heart was bumping in her throat. She was nervous and scared and excited. But she had to get onto stage if she wanted or not.

Closing her eyes, she braced herself for whatever was coming at her. She had to force herself to walk in front of the agitated crowd. Somehow though, it even felt relieving to finally get it over with.

Her black leather boots with the 7" heels made clacking noises when she approached Pavone. The crowd went wild with ecstatic whoos.

With her classy black dress, her black leather boots and the big designer sunglasses, she exceeded any of the men's imagination of an arrogant posh bitch.

The men were so stirred and heated up by Pavone's little speech that her appearance almost broke the camel's back.

At once shouts of "Bitch! Skank! Bitch!" were screamed towards her.

There was an extremely aggressive mood hovering over the room. Vanessa's nervousness was at its peak now.

In front of Pavone, she came to a halt. She looked obediently down to his shoes. Out of nowhere, Pavone suddenly produced the dog collar with the leash Vanessa knew so well.

She didn't move when he put it around her neck and took the leash in his hand. In contrast, the mob almost hyperventilated.

"Leash the bitch!" they shouted in a choir.

Enjoying Vanessa's fearful expression and the aggressive chants of the mob for a few moments, Pavone suddenly yanked on the leash and drew her face close to his.

Then he screamed as loud as he could

"Strip for them, whore!" he emphasized his words with a yank on the leash making Vanessa stumble forward.

She turned to the crowd and started gyrating her hips alluringly. Slowly, she pushed the hem of her skirt up over her crotch to expose her cunt - but only for a brief moment. Then she let the dress fall down hiding her goods again.

She hated being called a whore. She was a dirty fuckslut but a high-class fuckslut!

She hated looking at these ordinary men while stripping for their pleasure. Not a single one of them wore a suit.

Despite her aversion, a naughty provocative smile spread unconsciously over her face while she ran her hands with the long black painted nails over the cups of her dress.

She pushed the material down freeing her delicious ripe melons. The oval hole of the dress forced her massive juggs tightly up and together like a lace-up bra without cups.

At once, the mob reacted with approving whistles that stroke a chord inside of her. Her body started enjoying the attention they were given her. As much as her mind resisted, her body told her that she was a slut enjoying any men's attention!

She grabbed each boob with a hand at the sides and tightly pressed them together. This way, her big fat fucktits jutted out appearing even bigger. Then she leaned forward so all guys could have a good look at the impressive cleavage between her funbags.

By now, she was getting more and more into teasing these guys. She definitely enjoyed being a dirty fuckslut.

But I'm not an ordinary whore! An angry voice echoed in her head. But it was barely audible anymore.

Eventually letting her tits free, she turned around presenting her shapely backside to the crowd. She started wriggling her butt arching her back while stretching her bottom towards the mob. Gyrating her hips ever faster, the black dress slowly roamed up her ass on its own -- just by the movement of her butt. Now, her tight juicy apple bottom was exposed.

The crowd began cheering her on although they didn't stop throwing obscenities between their hollers.

Taking a few steps to the side, Vanessa reached one of the dancing poles. Grabbing it with one hand, she swung gracefully around it. Facing the crowd again, she cupped her breasts and slowly leaned forward until her chest rested against the chrome tube.

When she pushed her luscious big tits together at the sides, the two ample melons basically swallowed the pole completely. With her long black manicured fingers pressing from the sides and the chrome tube between them, her plump creamy globes gleamed scrumptiously. Vanessa could basically see the men's mouths watering.

Then she started slowly pushing her big fat tits up and down the pole as if giving it a prime titfuck. When she finally let her juggs free from her clutch, a disappointed groan echoed from the room. Vanessa smiled naughtily and turned her back to the crowd.

Leaning forward, she pressed her tight bare bottom against the pole. First, she spread her ass cheeks with a hand on each side revealing her crack to the men. When the pole eventually hit against her ass crack, she let her buttocks go. Her ripe tight ass cheeks engulfed the pole at once. Her cheeks were so firm that the pole completely disappeared.

For several moments, she rubbed her cheeky bum up and down the pole driving the crowd wild with lust.

Eventually, she turned around, provokingly raised an eyebrow and blew a kiss at the fuelled men before she stepped back in front of Pavone.

He took the leash back into his hand and the next second he yanked it hard again.

"On your knees, bitch!" he yelled.

Vanessa immediately dropped onto her knees. Clasping her hands behind her back, she said

"Please, Sir! Show me what a cheap whore I am!"